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Shadows in the Trees: Book 1
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Complete, First published Oct 11, 2018
Thousands of years ago, a powerful Fae witch created the cursed White Forest to protect the Sylph and Fae from slaughter at the hands of humans led by the prophet Malachi. Now, the forest unites several characters as their stories intertwine, and ultimately lead them on a quest to save their world as they know it.

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